- Location
- Italy
...so bags/pursues/pockets of holding were high fashion? Or are we talking Bikini of holding?Ami nods. "I read about it the other night on the Mercury Super Computer," The girl says, "There are enchantments both to increase the size of a space... Particularly making things larger on the inside than the outside - There was a bit of a fashion back in Mercury's heyday to wear as little as possible while carrying as much as possible."
...wait, does she appreciates we're not focusing on them NOW, or that we're putting them in the back of our mind for later perusal (maybe closer to her metaphysical location, so that she can spend some time "reviewing" these thoughs?)?"That's... weird." Usagi says, successfully managing to take the thoughts that statement generates and pushing them back into the little box in the back of her mind for later perusal. A habit that the girl has developed ever since finding herself surrounded by so many cuties, and a habit that the remnant of Serenity deeply appreciates. However, from the way that Jupiter's face goes a little red - Something unnoticed by both of the other girls, Makoto has not developed this skill yet.
give it time"Well then," Makoto says with grin, punching her palm. There is an echoing BOOM as the force blows her clothes around in the wind she created. There is a moment of silence, as all three look down at Makoto's hands, the girl's face turning bright red. "Uhh... I guess I don't know my own strength?"
Looking at the different floor buttons, Ami can't help but snort. The panel has been haphazardly removed and replaced with a layer of cardboard with holes cut out to allow access to the buttons. Then, there to the side is another button, one of an entirely different make with the letters DK on it instead of a number. The button is held to the wall with... Ducttape, rolled over on itself into a loop with all the stickiness on the outside. Crudely covered wires extend from the button before sliding under the cardboard panel.
...seriously? So unprofessional...
well, we got IC confirmation for the gym. that's nice."No, she isn't." A second voice says, drawing the girl's eyes up into the tree, where a strange dark colored figure lounges. "It's a pity that you are here now. The boss has been wanting to meet you, instead he's gone to check up on those idiot bodybuilders and that stupid gym of theirs instead."
I don't suppose they'd like to confirm a few more operations?
sorry for you, but we have a Jupiter now"Still," Cendrillon says, dropping down from the tree, revealing a dark skinned young woman with long hair that covers one eye, the other a bright bloody red. "This is even better, isn't it sister. Imagine the look on Jadeite's face when he bring him Moon's head."
"Oh, yes~" The other practically moans out, "He won't have cause to ignore us anymore."
Sailor Kick!Instead of an answer, Sailor Moon leaps forward, her entire body spinning around to give a massive kick that shatters one of her replicas straight out, shards of glass scattering across the ground like tiny caltrops.
I suppose it's somewhat disappointing, yes.Barreling out of the mist, one of Mercury's copies appears, a fist that ends in a blade of glass heading towards the girl's head, but Makoto has experience with things like this and dodges with ease, one hand lightly closing around the replica's fist, flipping her over and through the air, using the creature's momentum to move her. "Huh." Makoto wonders aloud, "You know, I thought this would be scarier."
The trident goes spinning through the air, when there is a blur, and across the courtyard, Tuxedo Mask lands, casually spinning the Trident in hand. "Greetings, Drella." Tuxedo Mask says, her voice almost a growl.TUXEDO - WHERE IS MY GODDAMNED SWORD - 8 + 21 = 29
DRELLA - 1 + 20 (-2) = 19
CENDRILLON - 8 + 20 (-2) = 26
MINOR YOUMA - Rolls + (15*n) / (n*(.25*n)) = (3+6+4+1+8) + (15*5) / (5*1.25) = 22 + 75 / 6.25 = 15
[TUXEDO CRITICAL VS DRELLA]
[M.YOUMA ONE CRITICAL FAILURE]
"My Trident!" The demon growls, her wings flaring out. "Give that back!"
"My sword." Was the flat response, as Tuxedo Mask points the weapon back at it's owner. "Return it to me, and I will... think about returning your weapon to you."
nice entry..but since when does Tuxedo Mask use a sword?
also "his" voice, not her.
...well... that happened."HA!" Drella laughs, "That silly little rose blade? I gave it to Master Jadeite. He seemed quite interested in your weapon, I thought it would go well on hi-" The glass demon's words come to a sudden halt, as Tuxedo Mask fulfills his half of the agreement. The Trident slamming into the demon with force enough to shatter her into a thousand shimmering pieces.
"SISTER!" Cendrillon bellows, turning to find... Tuxedo Mask is once more gone.
"Apologizes, Lady Senshi. I did not mean to interrupt your own discussion with the demon sisters, but I have to go and find my sword."
Sure would be nice if he stayed to talk sometime though.
...
..ehi, we could make some more civilian allies! We could use a budget, or even just some positive media attention once we can't hide our existence any longer.Upon leaving the strange midnight summer room, things take a turn for the far more... odd.
Ding. The three senshi pause, glancing up to the ceiling where the sound comes from. "Pardon the intrusion." A soft, feminine voice calls out. "But could the three young ladies who are actively aware on the premise come to the Managerial Offices. I would like to thank you for assisting in the reclaiming of the Cinderella Caravan, there is much that I would like to speak with you about.
??? Wishes to speak with you in the Managerial Offices, Will you go to meet them?
[ ][Cinder] Go to the Managerial Offices to Speak to ???
[ ][Cinder] Leave. You have managed to defeat the Youma, you don't need any thanks.
[x][Cinder] Go to the Managerial Offices to Speak to ???
shame the youma escaped though... Hopefully he doesn't have enough to repair her sister...